Until we see each other again$$$ keep your head together$$$ read some good books$$$ be useful$$$ be happy.

Just go on dancing with me like this forever and I'll never tire. We'll scrape our shoe on the stars and hang upside down from the moon.

It's hard for me to believe that people who read very little (or not at all in some cases) should presume to write and expect people to like what they have written.

You learned to accept$$$ or you ended up in a small room writing letters home with Crayolas.

Life turns on a dime. Sometimes towards us$$$ but more often it spins away$$$ flirting and flashing as it goes: so long$$$ honey$$$ it was good while it lasted$$$ wasnt it?

Love didn't grow very well in a place where there was only fear.

I see things$$$ that's all. Write enough stories and every shadow on the floor looks like a footprint; every line in the dirt like a secret message.

Spring is nature's way of saying$$$ 'Let's party!'

No good friends$$$ no bad friends; only people you want$$$ need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart.

I believe that in the end$$$ truth will conquer.